My Playland

My shoe laces flap in each step
Kneel down to tie my shoe
Right over left
Down and through
Cracks in the gray walk
Give trails for the ants to travel
They go under a piece of green grass
Into this dark line
Look in
to try to see
The ant is gone
Under the leaf

"Come on son!"

Breaks my focus to the orange
And Reds in the trees
And scattered all over the ground
Like a finger painting
Oranges and reds
Mixed with greens and browns

Crackling and crinkling
Sounds while stepping towards my dad
I start to jump on them
Grin from cheek to cheek
Laughing like a music box
That never stops

A bazillion leaves all over the ground
Crunching and crackeling
I fall and roll all around
Giggling and giggling
Sound jumps up
More and more leaves come down
I get up
Look at my painting on the ground

"Come on son!"